Just a month ago I got to know what turkey stuffing was made of from an American teacher online for the first time. Basically it contains bread cubes or crumbs, onions and herbs, ok？So nobody can guess how excited I feel when I read the terms such as "small stuffing warriors" and "turkey overlord", etc. It seems that all the new things I've just learned come to life all of sudden.

At the same time I doubt here in this poem if sprouts mean "brussels sprouts". I must say I've never heard of it before, let alone seen it in reality. Thanks to VPN which helps me see the outside world and learn English from native English-speaking teachers directly. It is said that brussels sprouts are rather rare and expensive in China and it has a beautiful Chinese name: 抱子甘蓝/child-shaped cabbage(or they grow on the stalk so small and pretty, like a mother holding baby cabbages). However, it is just a common kind of vegetable in western countries, ok？

God knows how I enjoy reading this poem a lot. Such a vivid depiction of Christmas dinner! I am overwhelmed by this kind of exotic and cheerful atmosphere. We only celebrate Spring Festival, instead of Christmas. In Spring Festival, dumplings are the main course like roasted turkey.

I also notice that it is a poem in perfect rhyme. Just as you said before, it is just the rhyme that fascinated us with poetry. It is true that no matter what language the poem is in, rhyme is the common essence of all of poems. You are a poetic genius. Great job! I embrace this poem in my heart tightly. Those lovely and accurate English words like brilliant pearls dancing before my eyes, making me so happy.

Oh, sorry. I have a question. Why do you say "pudding aflamed"？ Pudding with a flame-shaped top like an ice cream？I have no idea about what Christmas pudding looks like.